Welcome to The Bombshell, a regular column about the peculiarities of the fairer sex.
It can’t be easy to be a man these days, what with the gender’s looming end, but thinking about Naomi Wolf’s new and much-ridiculed biography of the vagina has reminded me once again of the main reason why I would not want to be a man, or, make that a heterosexual man. Having sex with a woman is a complicated challenge. It exhausts me to think of it.
When you’ve just had an orgasm, do you have a euphoric sensation akin to when Dorothy went from black-and-white Kansas to Technicolor Oz? A postcoital rush of vitality that infuses your entire world? A sense of all things shivering with light?
Naomi Wolf professes to have climaxes so transcendent that they seem to transform her, albeit briefly, into Snow White. “My partner and I had just made love,” the author writes in the introduction to her new book. “I looked out of the window at the trees tossing their new leaves and the wind lifting their branches in great waves, and it all looked like an intensely choreographed dance, in which all of nature was expressing something. The moving grasses, the sweeping tree branches, the birds calling from invisible locations in the dappled shadows … I thought, it is back.” A degenerative spinal disease had led to a compressed pelvic nerve that had been making Ms. Wolf’s climaxes ho-hum, you see, and she wasn’t about to take it lying down. And thus a humble crotch nerve launched the labia-gazing investigation that informs Vagina: A New Biography (Ecco, 400 pp., $27.99).
Patch Adams, MD, the clown doctor portrayed by Robin Williams in the eponymous 1998 film, has joined several dozen prominent figures of the American Left in asking Ecuadorian President Rafael Correa to grant WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange political asylum.
“The ‘crime’ that he has committed is that of practicing journalism,” states the letter, delivered to the Embassy of Ecuador in London yesterday by American advocacy group Just Foreign Policy.
Remember last week, when writer/activist Naomi Wolf jumped sides during the Huffington Post’s Game Changers party and joined up with the people protesting Governor Andrew Cuomo outside, leading to her arrest? According to ANIMAL editor in chief Bucky Turco, who filmed a portion of Ms. Wolf’s stand against the man, her run-in with the police involved none other than beloved “Hipster Cop” Detective Rick Lee.
The name of an Old Testament matriarch, Naomi means “my pleasant one” in Hebrew. But since it was the 401st most popular baby name in 1970, keeping all the prominent forty-something Naomis straight is anything but pleasant. Become an OWS authority with this guide to the thinkers and writers involved in the movement. Plus, a couple of red herring Naomis to watch out for!
Last night as we approached Huffington Post’s Game Changers party at the Skylight Soho, we heard a commotion across the street. It seemed like Occupy Wall Street had made its way uptown…but why were they picketing Arianna Huffington? Were the restless legions of unpaid bloggers finally coming home to roost?
Naomi Wolf is going back to her roots. The journalist and author, who has seemingly been on a break for the past couple of years from writing books on the kinds of feminist themes that made her famous in the early 1990s, has signed on with the Ecco Press for a project tentatively titled A Read More
“One of the things that starts happening when you reach your 50s and 60s is a lot of people you love start dying,” Erica Jong said last night during her book party at the New York Yacht Club near Times Square. Dressed in a bright red button-down with black epaulettes and handsomely diamond-studded flannel slippers, Read More
Add another trend piece to the ever-growing ‘Internet Porn Addiction Ruins Relationships’ canon. This month, Details‘ Em & Lo offer Jerking Off Is the New Infidelity (subhed: "Is your secret habit causing your marriage to slip through your fingers?"), in which we learn that, "While some guys store everyday images and encounters to Read More
The Treehouse: Eccentric Wisdom From My Father on How to Live, Love, and See, by Naomi Wolf. Simon and Schuster, 278 pages, $24.
Naomi Wolf is one lucky lass. Oh, she’s had her share of troubles-like that time at Yale when Harold Bloom laid his “heavy, boneless” paw on her trembling undergraduate lap, traumatizing her Read More